Left Reims and fled south to the Champagne hills. Views up to the vineyards seduced us and our spirits were high. We tried to moor. Agony! Torment! Again and again, we failed to find a deep enough mooring. And all the time the vines called out to us.
A potential mooring revealed a lively wasps nest as we tried to tie up. Three hours and three locks later we finally found a place to stop. At last, our dream of bringing our own barge to this blessed area of France had come true. However our mooring revealed a conundrum. On one side was the road leading to a life tasting champagne. On the other side was a playpark with bouncy castles and go-carts. The ensuing battle could get ugly.
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